THE NIGHTINGALE THAT SINGS IN THE WINTER
... .TUE NIGHTINGAL1E THAT SINGS IN THE WINTER. TO JRNNY LIND-FPOM PUNCH. When the waters are stark, and the crystalline snow Sparkles keen and unchanged in the morn's ruddy glow, And the prism-coloured icicles flesh in the sun, The bitter cold stills all the song-birds but one. Now the linnet, th lark, and the throstle are dumb, E'en the stoat little wren's gallant heart is overcome, And the ...